Chapter 10 Unexpected Turn Of Events
"Sun Fei, please go to the dean immediately and request to open a VIP ward for the patients in room 304!"
"Master, have you forgotten? The VIP ward is already at full capacity!"
Sun Fei responded promptly.
"Then have the elderly man, Chen, who frequently plays chess with me, relocated."
"Understood."
After Sun Fei exited the ward, Feng Wanqian once again approached Chen Ming with respect.
Upon hearing Feng Wanqian's request, the hospital dean wasted no time and promptly organized a team to facilitate the ward change.
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On the top floor VIP ward, Chen Ming drew the curtains to cover the large window in front of him and turned to face Feng Wanqian standing in the corner of the room.
"Thank you for your assistance today, Mr. Feng. I will personally visit you in the future to express my gratitude."
"No need, no need!"
Feng Wanqian shook his head quickly.
"Assisting the heir of the Ghost Sect is a great honor for my family!"
"The Ghost Sect?"
Chen Ming furrowed his brows, trying to recall the significance of this term.
However, nothing came to mind.
"It's alright if you're unfamiliar. Your Ghost Sect's Eighteen Needles technique is truly exceptional within the Ghost Sect!"
Feng Wanqian praised Chen Ming.
Despite curing his sister's illness, Chen Ming was burdened by the substantial medical expenses that followed.
He needed to find a solution promptly.
Li Pingping!
Chen Ming's gaze turned cold as he thought of her.
If not for her, the fifty thousand left by his mother would not have vanished!
This realization drained Chen Ming of his energy, especially after exerting himself with continuous injections.
He sat down on the sickbed quickly.
Noticing Chen Ming's exhaustion, Feng Wanqian retrieved Lin Zhenhua's business card and placed it nearby before leaving the ward.
Suddenly, the door of the VIP ward was forcefully kicked open!
Chen Ming, who had just regained consciousness, was struck in the abdomen and collapsed to the ground.
"Who are you people?"
Chen Ming's eyes blazed as he struggled to lift his head.
A blond man in floral beach shorts and wooden clogs approached him with a disdainful expression.
"Are you Chen Ming?"
Jiang Chong squatted down, patted Chen Ming's face, then stood up and kicked towards his head.
Chen Ming was thrown towards the French window and felt disoriented.
"You're fortunate today, kid. My second young master's wedding is this weekend, so I can't kill anyone," a burly man with flower tattoos lifted Chen Ming, "but I must disable one of your arms to appease my second young mistress."
Crack!
"Ahh!"
Chen Ming cried out in agony.
"Useless!"
The burly man tossed Chen Ming into a corner and turned his attention to Xiaoyu on the sickbed.
Jiang Chong stood by, his expression cold.
"Shall we proceed, Second Young Master?"
The burly man with floral tattoos inquired quietly.
"Continue."
Jiang Chong's response was unwavering.
With approval granted, the burly man retrieved a syringe from his pocket and advanced towards the hospital bed.
"What are you planning to do?!"
Chen Ming shielded his right arm, attempting to rise from the ground.
"We are going to ensure your sister's immediate demise. How else would we receive the substantial compensation?" Jiang Chong smirked.
"Stop!"
Chen Ming shouted at Jiang Chong and his accomplices.
But Jiang Chong couldn't help but chuckle.
He even took out his phone to record a video of Chen Ming.
"Yes, that's the reaction I want. Show me more anger, show me more pain. I'll save it and watch it with Pingping!"
"You, with the surname Jiang, are destined for a tragic end!"
Chen Ming's voice was strained from yelling, but he could do nothing but witness the other person injecting the syringe into his sister's arm.
"Haha, you think I will meet a tragic end?" Jiang Chong chuckled heartily, as if he had just heard the most amusing joke in the world, holding his stomach.
The robust men beside him joined in the laughter, completely ignoring Chen Ming.